Polemonium

May I be a thought Risen from my imagination? As the mean against myself As a definition? Even so knowing, that I am I And ever will be me Breathing the air My ancestors br-----e-----athed? Envision a shape All you can see is just its scape blossom is your ceiling The mold thread At its loots is rising up to your head The scarp up seems defeating And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up Ah-ahhhhh Ah-aahhhhh x2 But all the same I feel pleased And desolate at once Paddling against my own certain-----t----y Forcing the bale's larynx Down to its feet, cause I'm standing On every step in every scion Within the plant of para--d-----ox Envision a shape All you can see is just its scape blossom is your ceiling The mold thread At its loots is rising up to your head The scarp up seems defeating And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up Ah-ahhhhh Ah-aahhhhh Aha-ahahaha